by Tim Girvin | Mar 9, 2011 | Diary
SPINNING MIND AND IMAGINATION STORM I spilled the ink on the surface of the glass, milky underlayment and light flowing from beneath. There was light, showing through from the shadows, the street bound — lights, emerging. That floated the ink, so it whirled on...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 6, 2011 | Diary
(a hallway meandering found, a personal photograph of a detail of Cappy Thompson’s glasswork, Swedish Hospital: http://bit.ly/hvwWQu) MY FATHER AND MOTHER HAVE INSTILLED A LOVE OF PLANTING IN OUR FAMILY. The planting inheritance, a flourishing of the verdurous...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 5, 2011 | Diary
I’VE BEEN WALKING, THE LATE NIGHTS, THE EARLY SHIFTS. SOME AIR, IN EITHER — BOTH FROSTED IN THE MORNING — CHILLED, THE WIND AND RAIN AS DAY FALLS. I went out walking late, Vancouver. That night, the rains came, then they turned to mist, and finally...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 4, 2011 | Diary
GOING DOWN, TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH THERE’S A HARD LIGHT, TO THE MINERALS THAT CRACKLE AND COMPRESS, CRYSTALLIZE IN THE DREAM OF BEING I was dreaming about that: be in the center of the earth and see what vista you can see and find what you shall find It was...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 3, 2011 | Diary
IN THE MIDST OF THE CROWD, YOU CAN BE ALONE, IN THE MIDST OF THE ALONE, YOU CAN FILL ALL ONE. It’s an interesting balance, the idea of the alone. And the all one. Milling in crowds, in the journey of the tribe, the concept of the connected and the disconnected,...
